Bad as they might be, I wanted worse. I was seeking out sick, sex addicted men with nothing good in their lives. No, not the ones carrying STD's neces...arily, but how would I tell the difference anyway? I wanted the ones who loved women, but were unable to convey that love with any semblance of passion or romance whatsoever. I imagined that they dreamt of women constantly; and we rejected them utterly, as pigs and degenerates, unfit for our company.Only I was different. I sought them out even. He sighed a contented sigh and began to stirr. This made her take more of him in, forcing herself down on about 5 of his seven inches while she kneaded his balls with her other hand. He awakened instantly. Grabbing the back of her head , lacing his fingers in her hair, and forcing her to take in another inch of his cock. She had to take in a deep breath to keep from gagging.She stood up and placed herself onto the bed when ordered to do so because he wanted to finger fuck her while fucking. They advertise 425 for selling, restrictions because of the lawmakers but she has dynoed out at 477 as she sits with no mods.”“Wow, what a beauty!” His eyes open wide as possible. “My family has some good muscle cars too. My dad owns a 1969 Mustang 428 Cobra Jet rated at 335 but is closer to 425. We also have a 1968 Shelby Cobra GT 500 fastback in a beautiful turquoise blue. My grandfather has a 1968 Torino convertible but doesn’t drive anymore. The automakers sure were in competition for. I had an idea. Gesturing to leave, I hesitated and leaned back toward the manhole. "Jessica?" I called, "do you see that gun on the floor by your feet?" He felt around for it and finally replied with apprehension, "Y-Yes?" "Then hand it to me." He stood there with a blank expression. I hadn't seemed trustworthy to his thirteen-year-old mind. "I need it in case that 'creep' tries to run away with your body." His eyebrows creased with anger and his lips pouted in a feminine style of anger as.